Chapter 7

That monster of a cock appeared through the fog like a white horse the stud was riding. Yes. It looked like the stud rose a horse, but this horse was actually just his cock.

A horse riding a horse that was, in fact, his horse cock.

A horse-sized horse cock being ridden by a horse... and my mind was melting!

"Blagh... blurgh... aargh..." I made stupid, retarded noises as my brain, I felt it, oozed through the nostrils of my nose.

The colossal, swaying think broke through the thick vein of its own steam... and then it just kept coming!

Bwoom... Bwoom... Bwooom... Bwooom…

It made thunderous rumbles every time it swayed left, then right…

Bwoom... Woom... Bwoom…

... and left, and then right, and my pussy was in a catastrophic, wild state. Mentally, I tuned down the sound of my ejaculation, as it grew strong enough to become deafening, and I just... paid attention to that supermassive cock that revealed itself inch after inch after inch every second, taking a hole minute to unravel at this pace, over sixty inches of semi-hard, half-flaccid behemoth. "By... the... gods…"

The monster took his sweet time, smirking and purring as he flexed his mighty legs and walked at a snail pace towards me. He gauged my expression for signs of health, trying to see how long it would take him to break me, how much of his cock he had to reveal before I was begging on my knees for it.

Booom... Booom... Booom... Booom…

Dear god, his legs...! Sweet and juicy legs! Fuck, those thighs...!

I actually paid attention to his legs after his beautiful, swollen cock tip appeared through the mist. There's something about man's legs that perfectly enrapture their raw, virile power.

I wanted to hug those legs, worship them, feel how they swelled and bulged around my arms and under my boobs…

Boom... Boom... Booom... Booom…

God! Those were so many muscles!

I saw the fibers of his legs each as big as the strip of a truck tire, rippling and bulging and flowing under or above the other strips, compounding into a turgid mass of virility that, once again, made it look like the bull was about to explode.

Fiber after fiber of thick muscle bulging and roaring like they wanted to tear through his skin and rip his member apart, and the beast looked dangerous in that state, like a propane tank swelling up and about to go BOOM!

Boooom... Booom... Booom... Boooom…

The stallion had far too much "leg" for his body, his frame. He was a fourteen-and-a-half-feet-tall behemoth with a torso wider than two King size beds, yet the space between his upper thighs was minimal, barely enough to squeeze a lock of my golden hair into!

Booom... Boooom... Booom…

It was in this tight-as-fuck space that his colossal testicles hung from, and from right above it that his magnificent penis sprouted.

His penis bulged through the steam like a living creature, a colossal whale easily measured along the turgid girth of the many, many tubes that covered it. Its veins!

Yes, its veins! The beast had many veins in his penis, and each of those veins were thicker than the erect penis of a horse, and it was like the bull, the god, had several horse cocks wrapped around his supreme muscle monster!

"Uuuurhm. Uuuuurhm. Uuuuurhm."

Calm and powerful, godly and deadly, the bull merely grunted as he walked, and he enjoyed my reaction to his penis; his triumphant, supreme monument that crowned him as the absolute deity in our universe.

Booom... Boooom... Booooom…

The absolute instrument of the supreme breeding machine that was his body, and the end result of 20 millennia of obsessive genetic work, of almost sickening and depraved levels of eugenic breeding and careful mating.

The type of genetics that could produce such a monument couldn't belong to humans, but only GODS, and these gods (or humans) certainly did not share the same morality as those of the rest of the world.

No. This was an oppressive penis! A penis that screamed superiority. A penis that said "I can exterminate your whole race and you will thank me for it!" For who can ever reproach a being that possessed such obvious genetic superiority? A creature that flaunted, in his hips, the very proof that he was, indeed, superior to you and anyone else, above any law or morality.

That penis didn't just bend the laws of physics or biology. No. It challenged the very notion of law and morality itself!

A penis that erased individuality and made all who beheld it only wish for slavery, servitude, submission.

"Breed me... breed me, god..." I licked my lips and trembled when I cleared my throat. "Breed me…"

The other girls were in an equal state of submission and arousal. They screamed. Some of their pussies exploded with squirt.

I heard nothing. I blocked my ears for any sound as the first few women began to fall on the cum and pass out.

The twenty strongest bitches in the universe, and he had defeated nearly all of them already with the mere reveal of his mule dick.

Bwoom... Wooom... Bwooom…

God, look at all those veins!

My tits burned under the shower of saliva that burst from my profuse licking and biting of my lips.

Bwooom... Bwooom…

My head swayed and tilted, following the horse cock, and his tip was the size of a car... no, the size of an elephant calf... no…

Bwoom... Bwooom…

I don't give a fuck. Jesus, I have no idea how big he was, but I knew that he was hung!

"God, you are so fucking hung..." I muttered for him, and my lips shivered so much!

My hands burned around my supreme breasts. Despite it all, I kept my shirt tight shut. I didn't reveal my body to him, not yet, though I knew…

Bwooom... Bwoooom…

... with every step he gave, the temptation to yield would only grow stronger, and I could feel my arms already going limp as he prepared to reveal the most spectacular feature of himself, the source of his power, of his virility…

"Show me your testicles, horse." I licked my lips. The spit splashed on my colossal boobs, staining the shirt, gluing them to the round form of the mountain of flesh that encapsulated all of my delicious milk. "Show me your horse balls!"

The monster stopped walking, and then he made his muscles dance and bulge by carefully moving one leg aside, then the other, moving them apart and growling with an iddy bit of discomfort, widening his stance to allow his testicles to fall much, much lower…

Bwoom!! Bwooom!!

... and I watched the hung bastards appear under the later of steam that covered mostly his knees. "Fuck." Hung horse testicles that dangled lower than his knees. "Colossal." Orbs full of juice. Unimaginable amounts of cum. "Semen... I need to drink your semen…"

A furious eruption burst through my breasts, and I felt the white milk in them glowing red with heat and turning to lava, "Aah!", and then I squeaked, and then I physically restrained my tits even harder to push the milk back, back, back to the molten core of my titanic tits, but... "Shit!"

The pressure was so great already, and I needed to... "Fuck!!"

I need to drench those horse balls in my milk... massage them with my cream... "Shit!"... bathe his horse-sized behemoths in my creamy, thick, sticky juice... and show those testicles true motherly love as they produced so much delicious cum, so much potent and fertile semen just for my womb... "God!"... just so I could become the proud momma of his offspring, which were bound to rule the universe! "God... give me children...!"

He proceeded to give me his balls instead, or at least gift my eyes with their sight, as he walked again, a bit faster this time, after adjusting his stance and setting his thighs as far apart as they could get, and then his testicles dangled as low as his calves, and DEAR GOD, they were such gods!

Gods in the flesh wrapped around seas of cum!

Gluursh... Gluursh... Gluuursh…

The solid testicles bulged with life and vitality. The liquid within them as so dense that it pushed against his ballsack and revealed its mass through countless, ever-shifting mounds of flesh and concentrated juice, like the beast was hiding snaked in his testicles, bit fat anacondas woven together with super-sticky cream. "Jesus…"

One testicle hung lower than the other, but they were so formidable and powerful that they always shifted their position with every step he gave; one testicle climbing higher, the other climbing lower.

Booom... Booom... Booom…

And the giant penis dangling lazily above them, its half-hardness making it rise just above the sperm-makers, enough for me to get the full, unbridled feel of those womb-stuffing jewels of god. "They are so... beautiful!"

My eyes bulged with cartoon eyes as my fingers sank into the flesh of my massive, mountain-sized and mountain-hard tits. The milk shook under my flesh so hard that my torso was shaking, shaking...! "Oh, wow!" My whole body was shaking, and I was creaming myself so hard that I was like I was pissing out my organs, all liquefied in the presence... of him!

"God... god... deity....!"

I sang for him and opened my arms. I pulled away my shirt and revealed to him my massive, monstrously large tits.

The stallion stopped. He was generous in his smile. He had won at last.

"You... f-fucker!" I cried, but still I obeyed his unspoken command and, damn it, I took off my shirt, soaked and dripping already with sweat and saliva. "You damn fucker...!" And, like him, I spread out my legs to allow for a larger volume of squirt to rush through.

The monster observed me with some interest as his monster, his majesty, was laid out fully to our eyes, and the other girls started to get their minds too fried to stay put. "God! Give us your cock and your semen!!" They sprang forth, but the stallion kept them down with one short and commanding grunt:

"Uuuurhm!"

They all went down, back into the spunk. "Yes, god. Yes." Bowing and apologizing profusely. "Yes, master. I am very, very sorry, my master."

Some of them bowed so deeply that they stuck their heads fully under the semen, like ostriches hiding their heads in a hole, and they stopped existing after the monster re-instilled discipline on them, and we only had eyes for each other again: he had eyes for me and I had eyes for... for…

"God! God!"

... that god-cock of his.

My torso lay naked before his gaze, and he seemed, once again, very puzzled by me, having never seen a woman quite as large, muscular, and well-endowed. His caretakers (those inferior pussies we met in the space port before) were all around eight to ten feet tall, and the largest of them (the 70th or so strongest woman in the universe) didn't have tits like mine, muscles like mine, and in every measure, shape, or form, I was the ultimate woman!

"Uuuurhm. Uuuuurhm."

I was superior enough (I hope) to remind him of his mother, and equally blond-haired and muscle-obsessed fitness goddess, though I knew my power paled next to Galatea's just like Galatea's own power paled next to the Goddess's, whom we've been tasked to "preparing" this stud for.

"Uuuurhm. Uuuurhm."

With his calm and steady grunts, he inspected me. "Ouch... oow..." I moaned as his grunts made my womb vibrate, and shockingly, they harmonized perfectly with the throbbing and pulsating of my ovaries. "Fuck, I'm so preggy…"

I cried, and in my juices, in the abundant squirt I kept pissing out like a mare, I felt millions of fertile legs sliding out, flowing along my supermassive, ultra-muscular thighs, and sizzling as they met his sperm all around me, being briefly fecundated before getting extinguished by the elements, outside of the protective layers of my giant, warm womb.

"God... I have a womb ready for your semen." I cooed to him in the loveliest voice I ever had, and then I moved my hands down to the collection of six pairs of steel-solid abs, the twelve-pack I had so lovingly crafted for him—and only him! "Your mother is strong. Your mother is a mare." I made those abs ripple and bulge, showing him just how strong I was, and oh, little shock waves burst from my abs, the sheer power of a planet-destroying goddess unveiling itself just for the pleasure and the worship of his spunk! "I am a great mother. I have birthed almost 200 hundred kids."

I felt his interest spiking. His penis twitched and bulged in a perky, enchanting manner, and his testicles contracted with a clear rise in their sperm production, the roaring and churning of his sperm getting noticeably louder, the steaming and fogging from his genitals covering more of his body, the bodily heat rising as his eyes, oh, his lovely blue eyes pierced me deeper, as they did my lovely, lovely tits.

"I am the mother of almost two hundred children. One hundred virile studs and one hundred massive, muscular mares like myself." I stretched out my arms and displayed to him their virile muscularity, the thick and bulging veins that covered my thigh-wide biceps and equally large triceps; the swollen, rippling veins that spread down my leg-thick forearms and my elbow muscles as large as any man's calves, and then I pulled on arm up and have my giant bicep a lovely pump.

BOOM!! BOOOOM!!

Our bodies shook with the explosion of my muscle. My body and the bodies of my girls, that is, but not the horse's, who just kept watching me with great, great interest.

My biceps ballooned to inhumane proportions. It exploded with indescribable virility and power, and my stud was both impressed and aroused, certainly having seen a bicep so large only in the body of his superior mare-mother.

It was arrogant, but I was proud for rising up to his mother, even just a fraction of her. "Look at the muscles, god, that will bequeath your children endless power." I relaxed that arm and moved the other across my abs, below my naked breasts, and then I flexed it, I flexed it hard under my tits, adding pressure to the blazing milk as my bicep grew to the size of a teenage male human being. "God. Look at the arm of a goddess." I made the bicep pump. My muscles all roared and rumbled as my tits, hard as they were, jumped, jiggled, and wobbled like the juiciest breasts in the cosmos.

I raised my green eyes back to his blue ones. "God. Look at the milk of a mare-mother who will do anything to feed and nurse and protect the progeny of your superior sperm." I took a deep breath, and then, one by one, I undid the restraints that blocked my milk from flowing…

Bluuursh!! Bluursp-Bluuursh....!!

... and just like this, faster and stronger than I had intended, I let the milk out, and a gallon of cream flooded my arms, painting them white, splashing down on the floor of semen with incredible heft and loudness, and at this point, I noticed that my other girls were looking at me, startled by my power, and I made sure to put on a nice for them as well as him.

"Horse god. Look." I raised both of my arms and spread them out, flexing them slowly as my colossal breasts gushed milk several feet in front of me. The place was loud with the heavy, iron-like splashes of my milk and the thundering, booming power of my arm muscles I flexed and flaunted them.

Boom! Boom-boom! Boom...!

I gasped, I gagged, but I didn't stop performing for him, my horse, and with the same superhuman control I had to restrain my lactation, I slowed it down just enough so I bathed on my own cream. "Look, stallion: my power and control over my own physique." The stud listened attentively as he watched the gushes of milk become a slow and lazy shower upon my own breasts, which rubbed themselves with layers several inches thick of milk before it flowed down, down to my abs, covering my immense muscles with the baby-feeding juice.

"Uuuurrhm." The monster grunted, and then he huffed. "Uuuurhh."

I heard horse sounds coming from him. Like a horse getting warmed up, ready to race!

His penis twitched and hardened, and the veins... oh, fuck, the veins... the veins bulged and danced hypnotically all around the stupendous beast, and he had sixty inches of superhuman cock bulging out half-hard from his crotch, yes, and every inch of this supermassive dick was laden with veins; veins that made its godly girth even godlier, and dear fuck, the middle of his penis was easily wider than my waist!

"Jesus, what a womb-breaker!" I muttered, and then my heart fluttered. "God... what an egg-smasher." I sucked my lips and winked at him as I bit them while I praised him lavishly, measuring no words as my tongue could never match the true magnificence of his physique, anyway: "This hung dick must destroy planets, let alone wombs!"

My uterus bulged through the steel plates of my lower abs, and the milk splashed away from me as my breasts continued to pump liters per second: Pump! Pump! Pump...!

My legs burned under the added weight of the heavy, thick cream, and I lowered my arms, turning my body just a little to the side to show him my swollen shoulders and my corded, virile arms. "You like my arms, sugar?" I heard deeper and more unpredictable noises from his breast, his every fiber of muscle reacting nicely to the new names a had for him: "Sugar cube." You know, 'cause he was a horse. "Do you like my muscular, virile arms... or do you prefer me sexy and slender... like... this?"

The monster breathed longer, more heavily as he followed me, his gaze moving sideway as I walked and, almost miraculously, slimmed down; I lost all my muscles as I walked, and my humongous arms became as slender as any supermodel's, and my steel-plate abs disappeared under soft, baby-cheek skin and a waist so minuscule I could hide it behind a toothpick, and then again, after a mere minute, I was the tallest, bustiest, sexiest supermodel in the cosmos. "I bet your mother doesn't walked naked like this in front of you, huh?"

This time, the monster was completely enraptured, and I felt in my breast and my womb the flames of victory, the burning pride of a lesser woman finally capturing the attention and the interest of her god!

My tits bounced harder and louder without the pressure from my musculature, and my collar bones showed like I was a starving girl who only fed on apple slices, coke, and horse jizz. My tits were truly, truly softer, and they swelled up bigger as I lost my muscles.

The monster followed me, and his thick lips were more distant, his mouth more open, and I knew he desired my tits and the increased volume of milk I produced from them. They farted as they showered my surroundings, and the loads of milk were truly massive, hard and hot enough to make the tips of my breasts burn more red and yellow than the rest of their soft, pink skin.

"How do you like me like this?" I stopped, and then again I turned to him, showing him my impossibly slim body with the largest breasts in the universe. "My breasts are now probably larger than your mother's." I gloated, and his fixed gaze on my tits proved me right. I could grow my breasts and my ass by channeling a lot of the muscle mass into them, and similar control I had over my womb, where I could select only the best sperm cells out of millions that were routinely pumped into me…

... but I digress. My point is that my tits were ultra hyper mega massive, and the god was clearly enchanted by them, breathing harder, faster, and flexing his muscles in a very sexy way, knocking the air out of my lungs as he showed me his growing virility…

"Oh my…"

... his added muscles climbing on top of more layers of muscles like he was reinforcing himself, strengthening his physique for the planet-cracking, mountain-breaking plow session he was determined to submit my pussy to.

Our bodies rumbled and boomed with unfathomable power, and the other girls looked from our god to the other, their eyes moving to me, then to him, and his penis throbbed a little bit faster, grew a little bit fatter with all those veins and tube-like arteries, and his testicles jumped a few inches higher as the pace of his semen production doubled.

Glursh... Glursh... Gluursh... Glursb...!

I gulped and quivered as I heard the studly sounds that burst so effortlessly from his body. "God...!" My teeth ground loudly as I showered the sea of his semen with squirt, so much squirt, and the solid semen reacted vigorously to my pussy cream, for it abounded with all the eggs it (and its master) desired to breed.

"H-have you ever seen...??" I struggled to speak, but then again, I strengthened myself, cleared my throat, "Cahem!", and I moved my delicate hands, now at the tip of very long, very slim arms, to my waist. "Have you ever seen, o virile god, a more **** waist line than this?" I curled my fingers around one half of my waist. My thumb reached my navel.

The monster watched calmly and intently. Then, I added my other hand to the other side of my waist, cupping it with my fingers, and I showed him that my two hands could easily wrap around my belly. "I'm paper thin," I gloated and, not content with my insane measurements, I turned around and showed him my side.

"Uuuuurhm. Uuuuurhm."

The bull groaned in yet another different way as I displayed to him my impossible thinness, and the razor-thin slimness of my side belly was only less **** than the predominance of my car-sized breasts, my massive fat mammaries that were beyond anything mortal eyes had ever seen, and my rump competed with my tits to see who was larger, harder, rounder, healthier, fatter, and I moved my fingers to my universe-class ass to show him just how fat it was, just how juicy it would feel with its fat pawg glutes wrapped around his mule-breaking behemoth…

"Uuurhm. Uuuuurhm."

... and the bull burned me with his face, and I showed him my belly now without my hands of my milk obstructing it. It was funny, but my waist and belly were so thin now, and my tits so obscenely gigantic, oh, that the flow of milk no longer reached my belly, not at that speed. The milk instead flowed down to the middle of the underside of my tits and rained down from there, splashing on the jizz floor like a creamy leak from a flesh-covered ceiling.

Glursh... Glurb... Glurb…

My waist and my hips were free of my milk, at last, and now I showed him how my side was only inches thick; proportionally, I was literally razor thin, and his eyes moved from my breasts to my waist and my waist to my ass and thighs, which were so disproportionally large compared to my tummy!

"I am the most fertile woman alive," I gloated, even knowing it wasn't true, and I leaned back to emphasize my crotch area to him, and through my skin, I made my womb bulge.

Boom!! Boom!!

My giant womb bulged through my belly and fattened me up a bit, swelling the whole aread under my navel and over my hips, and god, the shape of my womb was as clear as if it had been drawn on paper, and the bull was especially hypnotized by it, drawing circles with his eyes around my basketballs-sizedovaries, and... "Look, god. Look."

With one hand, I pointed to my pussy (fuck, I was still wearing those damned pants! Oh, how clumsy...!!). With the other, I pointed to my womb, and I showed him clearly how my squirts grew stronger with every pulsation of my ovaries: Boom... Boom... Boom…

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

My eggs inflated, my womb burned, and then my labia widened out, raged, and I ejected a stronger, more vigorous and virile load of girl-spunk: Squiiirt! Squiiirt! Squiiiirt!

The bull breathed faster. His penis... fuck. It remained pretty much the same size and hardness, though it was covered with plenty more veins, and his testicles, though bulging faster and louder, clearly producing superior levels of cum, remained just as massive as before, not a lot bigger and more "tense", more **** to release their loads.

"Tough bastard," I gritted my teeth, and then again, I challenged him further by moving my hands from my giant ass to the front of my black business pants. "Why don't I give you a clearer and better view of this pussy that will be milking your giant horse cock all weekend long?" I said, and the bull answered strongly to my gloating:

"Uuuuuurrhm." A longer grunt. And then, a deeper one: "Uuuuuruhm!"

My heart stop, and the disks of my spine creaked with the rush of coldness that burst from my ass up to my nape.

I was aflush with fear and terror of that horse... but there was no stopping now. I would tease him... and work him up until he decided not to breed me, but instead **** me with that god cock of his. "That's right. Have a good look at the superior, pink pussy..." I proceeded to unzip my pants. I felt like I had him by the balls; those colossal balls that wouldn't fit my hands even if I had fifty pairs of hands! "This pussy that's gonna be milking your solid ass monster cock all day long."

I could take out my pants, not really. It was all tight and wet, and my thighs remained super thick, very juicy, and my ass was just so, sooo big, so instead, I just... tore them.

Thraaaassh!!!

I tore those pants up and revealed myself, my whole body in its glorious nakedness to him.

The body of the universe's 3rd strongest goddess... challenging its unrivaled, ultimate, strongest horse!